My new boss hit me

April 16, 2007 at 5:08 pm | Posted in Employment | 14 Comments

So the new job wasn’t as great as it seemed.

Immediately upon arrival, I was greeted by a large brown grunting dog. She was a very affectionate dog after she got to know that I was not an intruder, but the first impression was a little nerving. There are two dogs employed at my new company. Libby and Mitsy. Mitsy is a tiny old cataract-stricken lap dog and not as intimidating as the big brown pup.

The people were a bit strange. Two elderly women who have smoked their voices into manly grunts, one nice too-good-for-this company woman in her 40s, three other young temps, and the owner–a skinny man in his early fifties.

Things were going boring but fine until about 3:30. The boss man came over to where two of us were data-entrying. We were listening to an oldies station quietly on the radio and he made some comment to us about how Janis Joplin could sing the song better. And then he said Scott Joplin could sing it better.

I giggled aloud to acknowledge that I knew who he was talking about–Scott Joplin is famous for his piano ragtime ditties such as the Entertainer and Maple Leaf Rag–because I used to play his songs on the piano as a kid. I thought my giggle sent the message that I agree… that maybe Scott Joplin could sing the song better.

At that moment, I can only guess that my new boss thought I was making fun of him by laughing. He doesn’t know me and I do not know him, and my nervous laughter signals possibly made him think that I was stepping up to his Scott Joplin reminiscing? I don’t know. I do know that as I typed on, I suddenly felt this sharp pain in my back from where the new boss hit me. Literally hit me. Right between my shoulders on my upper back.

I didn’t say anything. Maybe I should have. But I was busy trying to hold back tears from the stinging pain from being emotionally and physically hit in the vertebrae. I can only think that he was play hitting, as friends do, and just picked a very bad spot to play hit me. Maybe he didn’t realize that I am a skinny 104lb girl with no fat to ease the friendly swat or two. I continued to type trying to rerun the events in my mind, trying to perhaps make light of the fact that my new boss had just hit me.

Logic tells me that play hitting or not, bosses should not touch you.

To continue this jeering of his, he told the large brown dog lying at my feet to bite me. Of course the dog was fast asleep and madly in love with my occasional pettings to have ever bitten me, but I was a little perturbed that he would joke like that with me on the first day. I wanted to say “Dude, I’ve been bitten in the face by a large dog like yours. It’s not funny.” But instead I replied, “Oh Libby is my friend, she wouldn’t bite me.”

I’m tough. I can go to this job tomorrow and the next day and every day until I can find something better. But do I seriously want to go back to a place like that? I’m good at the job, typed up 441 data bases in the 7 hours I was there, but it isn’t worth the money.

I can’t help but feel like a big baby. If a friend had hit me, I would’ve probably told them that it hurt but we would’ve laughed it off together. A boss has no right to hit, touch, or cue the dog to bite an employee, even if he is kidding.

I haven’t made up my mind as to whether or not I’ll go back tomorrow. I could use your honest advice. Tell me what you would do, please, so I can make the best decision.


April 16, 2007 at 6:59 am | Posted in Employment | 3 Comments

New job starts today.

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